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Uncle Eben's 

S'prise Party 



By 

W. T. NEWTON 

Author of ''The DarJctown Social Betterment Society'* and 
"Uncle Peter's Proposal 



Copyright 1918, by Willis N. Bugbee 



THE WILLIS N. BDGBEE GO. 

SYRACUSE, N. Y. 






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Uncle Eben^s S^prtse Party 



Characters 



Uncle Eben, who Tias the party 
Aunt Dinah, Ms wife 
Thomas Jefferson Whitefoot 
George Washington Corncob 
Jeremiah Highbinder 
Absalom Meeker 
Moses Fletcher 
Mrs. Martha Meeker 
Mrs. Eliza Highbinder 
Mrs. Georgianna Whitefoot 
Miss Isabella Twogood 
Miss Carolina May Lilybud 



Guests 



Time of Playing: Thirty minutes. 

Costumes 

Any ludicrous or extravagant costumes with flashy colors 
may be used. Mr. Meeker is rheumatic. Mrs. Highbinder is very 
stout. 

Scene: Interior of Uncle Eben's home. Plain ivooden-'bottom- 
chairs, an old rocker or two and a cheap kitchen table constitute 
the furnishings. 

Uncle Eben and Aunt Dinah are discovered seated. As the 
curtain rises Uncle Eben has a severe fit of coughing and sneez- 
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Eben. Oh golly! I'se done got it dis time fo' suah. 

Dinah (entering). I should say you had. Wharebber did 
you' get sech a distemper as dat? 

Eben. I dunno, Dinah. I s'pect mebbe I done caught it in 
bed. 

Dinah. Lan' sakes! How'd yo' catch col' in bed? ' 

Eben. Well, yo' see, I didn't hab bed clothes nuff on 'tother 
night an* — 

Dinah. Den why didn't you get up an' put some more 
on? Dar was yo' old obercoat an' dat piece ob carpet yo' could 
a put on. 

Eben. Yes. I was gwinter but I done went to sleep an' fo'got 
all about it. (Coughs and sneezes as before.) 

Dinah. Shucks! Yo' know dat ain't de reason. Yo* knows 
yo' done catched it dat night when yo' got yo feet wet goin' arter 
dem water millions. 

Eben. Sh — ! Dinah, don't let nobody heah yo' speak ob 
dem water millions. 

Dinah. Den yo' shouldn't a got 'em. 

Eben. I knows it, I knows it, but somehow I Jes' couldn't 
resis' de temptation. 

Dinah. Well, den you'se gotter soak yo* feet an' take a 
dose ob boneset tea, dat's wat yo' gotter do. Den yo'se gotter 
go to bed an' take a sweat an' see if yo' can't get ober it. 

Eben. Don't yo' s'pose de boneset tea an' de sweat would be 
nuff, Dinah? 

Dinah. No sah, I don't s'pose dey would. Dey all goes 
togedder — one ain't no good 'thout t'other. Takin 'all together 
dey can knock de grip all to smithereens. 

Eben. But Dinah, I — 

Dinah. Dar ain't no "huts" about it. We can't take no 
chances on yo' gettin' pneumony or de epizootic case dey am 
awful expensive diseases. Yo' take off you' shoes and stockin's 
while I goes an' gets de tub an* de watah. Does yo' heah me? 

Eben. Yes, yes, I heahs yo' all right. (Exit Dinah). 
Grachus! Dinah am wusser'n a doctor. But I reckon I hab to 
do wat she says or dar'll be "Hail Columby" in de quarters. 

(Enter Dinah with tub which she places in front of Eben.) 



4 UNCLE EBEN'S S'PRISE PAETY 

Dinah. Dar now, get yo' big feet in dar while I go'n' 
fetch de teakettle. (Exit.) 

Eben. Yes, Dinah (puts feet in tuh). I spec's I'd hab to 
do it if she done tol me to put my head in dar. 

(Re-enters Dinah with teakettle. Pours water in tub. 
Eben jerks feet up quickly.) 

Eben. Lawdy sakes! Dat watah am hot nuff to take de 
skin riglit off' n a rhinocerhoss. 

Dinah. Co'se yo' wants it hot. 'Twouldn't do no good if 
'twas cold. 

Eben. I knows dat, but needer would my feet be any good 
'thout any skin on 'em. (Makes great fuss over the water but 
finally gets feet into tub.) 

Dinah. Now, I'll jes' go'n get de hot stuff to put on de 
inside. (Exit.) 

Eben. De cure am wusser dan de disease but dar ain't 
no use ob argfyin' wif Dinah — she's as stubborn as a mule. 

(Enter Dinah with bowl of boneset.) 

Dinah. Heah now, yo' bettah get dis on de inside ob you 
jes' as quick as ebber yo' can. 

Eben. Yes um. Say, Dinah, s'posin' somebody should come. 
Wat I gwinter do? 

Dinah. Shucks! Dar ain't nobody gwine come tonight. It 
am too dark. 

Eben. Mebbe some white folks come to see 'bout dere 
washin'. 

Dinah. Let 'em come. All dey'd see would be a pair ob 
big black feet. 

Eben. Or s'posin' de elder come fo' de money we fo'got to 
put in de contribution box. 

Dinah. Lawsy me! Yo' don't nebber cotch him heah in de 
ebenin'. He am mos' suah to come when he smells de dinnah 
cookin'. 

(Sound of voices outside.) 

Eben. Golly, heah comes somebody now. How's I ebber 
gwinter get out of heah? 

Dinah. Lan' sakes! Who can it be? 
(Enter Mr. Whitefoot, followed by others.) 

Mr. W. Heah we is, Uncle Eben. We'se come to gib yo' a 
s'prise pahty. 

Eben and Dinah. Fo' de lan sakes alibe! 



UNCLE EBEN'S S'PRISE PARTY 5 

Mr. Corncob. Haw! haw! haw! Wat am de mattah, Uncle 
Eben? 

Mr. Meeker. Am yo' tryin 'to get some ob de soil off? Haw! 
haw! (All laugh.) 

Mr. Highbinder. Reckon we suah did take yo' by s'prise. 
didn't we? (All laugh heartily.) 

Eben. No sah, I ain't soakin' no soil off. I'se done got 
de pleurisy in de win' pipe. 

Mb. Highbinder. It am a mighty bad time ob de yeah to* 
colds. 

Miss Lilybxjd. Dat's so. We'se all had colds to our house. 

Dinah. He wouldn't had no cold if he hadn't gone out an 
got his feet wet. 

Eben. Sh — Dinah! Dat ain't de reason 'tall. I done 
kicked de bed clothes off an' dat's how I cotched col. 

Moses. De bes' remedy fo' a cold dat I know ob, is a table- 
spoon ob goose grease mixed wif a tablespoon ob castor lie, 
taken jes' fo' goin' to bed. 

Miss Twogood. I knows a bettah remedy dan dat. Take a 
half a teacupful of melted lard an' put in a little honey an' 
drink it down fo' times a day an' de cold will be all gone 
befo' de nex' mornin'. 

Mr. Meeker. A bowl ob red pepper tea on de inside an' a 
mustard plaster on de outside done beat 'em all. 

Eben. Don't tell any mo' remedies case Dinah she done 
make me take 'em all suah as preachin'. 

Dinah. Lan* sakes! If I ain't done fo' got to ax yo' all 
to take off yo' tings an' sot down. I was so frustrated I didn't 
know what I'se about. We'se mighty glad to hab you' come. 

Eben. Dat's a fac, we is. We is jes' as glad to hab yo' 
come as — as — as yo' is glad to be heah. 

(All lay off hats and wraps. Aunt Dinah piles them on 
chair in corner or carries them off the stage L. Meanwhile Eben 
wipes feet with huge bandanna handkerchief, and proceeds to 
put socks and shoes on. Others take seats.) 

Dinah. Dar now, ebryone make yo'selves to home. To 
Eben.) Has yo' got froo wif de washtub, Ebenezer? 

Eben. Can't yo' see I has? Dat hot water jes' drawed de 
cold right out. I don't reckon I need any mo' medicine. (Dinah 
carries off tub,) 

Mr. Whitefoot. I reckon yo' knows de 'casion fo' dis 
s'prise, don't yo' Uncle Eben? 



out. 



UNCLE EBEN'S S'PRISE PARTY . 
Eben (scratching head). Dat's Jes' wat I'se tryin' to figure 



Mb. W. Why, it's on 'count ob yo' burfday, of co'se. 

Eben. My burfday? Golly, dat's so. 
(Enter Dinah.) 

Say Dinah, we clean fo'got all 'bout my burfday today. I'se 
fohty-seben yeahs old. 

All. Pohty-seben? 

Dinah. Fohty-seben? Yo'se fifty-seben yeahs old if you'se 
a day. 

Eben. How can dat be? Les see (counts on fingers.) I had 
de measles when I was ten yeahs old — married my first wife 
when I was twenty-fibe an' we libed togedder fifteen yeahs 
twill she died — that's thirty-fibe yeahs — 

Miss Lilybud. Dat's fohty yeahs, Uncle Eben. 

Eben. Yes, um, so 'tis. Den Dinah an' I got spliced an' 
we'se libed togedder in conjubial blissfulness eber since — seven- 
teen yeahs. 

Dinah. Well, don' dat make fifty-seben yeahs, T lak to 
know. 

Eben. Dat's right, I'se fifty-seben yeahs ol' today but I 
don't feel no more'n twenty-seben. 

Mrs. H. So yo' see we done get up dis S'prise Party in 
honah ob de 'casion. 

Miss Twogood (holding picture). An' we wishes to present 
dis lil' gift to yo' as a token ob our esteem an' frien'ship. 
(Hands picture to Uncle Eben.) 

Eben. Hi golly! Wat yo' tink ob dat, Dinah? Ain't dat 
splendiferous! 

Dinah. Dat sutttinly am lubly. 

Eben. An' we tank yo' from de bottom of our libbers. 

Dinah. De bottom of wat? 

Eben. 'Sense me, I mean de bottom ob our hearts. 

Mrs. H. Miss Lilybud has wrote a lil' poem specially fo' de 
'casion, which she will now read. 

(Miss Lilybud rises and reads poem.) 

Miss L. 

I tells yo' bout our darkey frien' 

An' dar sho'ly ain't no finah, 

His name is Uncle Eben Jones — 

His woman's name is Dinah. 



UNCLE EBEN'S S'PRISE PARTY 7 

We all ob us lub Uncle Eb — 

We lub his laugh so hearty; 
His bufday comes dis bery night — 

Dat's why we has dis party. 

We hopes yo' all will do yo' part 
Without DO great persuasion 
' An' ebrybody dance an' sing 

In honah ob de 'casion. 

An' now I tells yo' all de truf — ^ 

His age am fifty-seben — 
We hopes dar's many yeahs in sto' 

For good o' Uncle Eben. 

Mr. Meeker. An' fo' Aunt Dinah too. 

Eben. I jes' lak to know who done tole yo' all my age? 

Carolina. We looked it up in de records, Uncle Eben. 

Eben. In de p'lice records? 

Carolina. Naw, not in de p'lice records. We foun' it 
whar it done gib de burfs. 

Eben. Dat soun's bettah. Say Dinah, hadn't yo' bettah 
clear away all de breakables an' gib 'em full swing ob de 
house? 

Dinah. Dar ain't nuffin' breakable 'ceptin' dis picture an 
de lamp. 

Eben. Well, yo' bettah leab de lamp. 

Mr. Corncob. Now wat am de fust ting we gwinter do to 
'muse ourselves at dis pahty? 

Moses. Les hab some conundrums an' de ones wat don't 
gib conundrums has to sing. 

Mr. Highbinder. Dat am fair nuff. 

Moses. Well den, heah am de fust one: Wat am de difC'rence 
'tween a safety razor an' a little goat? 

Mr. Corncob. Huh! A safety razor ain't nuffin' like a 
goat. 

Mr. Meeker. W« gibs up. Wat am de difE'rence twixt a 
safety razor an 'a goat? 

Moses. Well sah, I can prove to yo' dat dar ain't no 
diff'rence. 

Mr. Meeker. How's dat? 

Moses. Well, yo' see, a safety razor am a little shaver. A 
"little shaver" am also a pickaninny. A pickaninny am some- 



8 UNCLE EBEN'S S'PRISE PARTY • 

times called a "kid," an' a kid am a little goat. Quinsequantly, 
dar ain't no diff' rence 'tween a safety razor an' a little goat. 

Mrs. "WniTEFooT. I knows anudder one: Why am a burglar 
wat gets into yo' house at night a suah sign ob spring? 

Mrs. Highbinder. Lan' sakes! I nebber knew a burglar was 
a sign ob spring befo'. 

Mrs. Meeker. Needer did I. 

Mrs. H. Mos' likely it's case de windows would be open 
to let in de spring sunshine. 

Mrs. W. No sah, dat ain't it. It am case he is a robbin' 
an 'a robin is a suah sign of spring, ain't it? 

Moses. Mrs. Meeker, it am yo' turn nex'. 

Mr. Meeker. Yes sah, heah 'tis: "Why am a lil' chicken jes' 
hatched out ob de shell like a mule's tail. 

Eben. a lil' chicken lak a mule's tail? 

Eben. Huh! I reckon case it's been set on so much. 

Mr. M. No, sah, dat ain't it. It's case it hab nebber been 
seen befo'. 

Moses. Miss Lilybud am nex'. 

Miss L. Lan' sakes, I nebber could think of one to sabe my 
gizzard. 

Moses. Well, den, yo' is booked to sing fo' us dis ebenin'. 
How 'bout yo', Mr. Corncob? 

Mr. Corncob. I spec's I gotter help Miss Lilybud sing. 

Moses. Den it am Miss Twogood's turn nex'. 

Miss T. Why am an ol' maid like a one-legged man's shoe? 

Eben. Huh! We all knows dat! Case dar ain't needer one 
ob 'em got a mate. 

Miss T. Yes sah, dat's it, an' dar ain't no likelihood ob her 
habin' one needer. 

Eben. Den yo' wants to look out yo' don't get to be one. 
Miss Twogood. 

Mr. W. Moses am gwinter look out fo' dat, ain't yo' Moses? 

Moses. Yo' bet I is. Nex' am Mr. Meeker. 

Mr. M. Well den wat kin* ob animal would make a good 
trabeler? 

Mrs. W. Why, a camel ob co'se, case it can, go a long time 
wifout drinkin'. 

Mr. M. No, sah, dat wouldn't make a good trabeler 'tall. 

Miss T. Den wat animal would make a good trabeler? 



UNCLE EBEN'S S'PRISE PARTY 9 

Mr. M. An elephant case he carries his Saratoga trunk 
'long wid him. 

Moses. Now it am Mr. Hingbinder's turn. 

Mb. H. I begs to be 'scused. 

Mes. H. An* I allers does Jes' as my husband does. 

Moses. Bery well, den we'll expect yo' bof to sing fo' us. 
I can see dat Mr. Whitefoot has one already fo' us. 

Mr. W. Yes sah, I has. Wat am de resemblance 'tween a 
dollah bill an' a pole cat? 

Mr. Corncob. Huh! I don't see no resemblance. I'll take de 
dollah bill an' yo' can hab de pole cat. 

Eben. Well, wat am de resemblance, Mr. Whitefoot? 

Mr. W. a dollah bill am a hundred cents, ain't it? 

Several. Yes sah. 

Mr. W. An' I reckon a pole cat has jes' as many scents. 

Mr. H. I bet dat pole cat wat got undah our bedroom flo' 
an' stayed fo' free days las' summah had more dan fohty million 
scents. 

Mr. C. I reckon we bettah quit on dat. Say, Uncle Eben, 
how's yo' pleurisy in de win'pipe comin' on? 

Eben. 'Tain't comin, it's goin'. It am mos' gone already. 

Mr. C. Does yo' feel able to sing fo' us? 

Eben. Yes sah, if Dinah'll help me. 

(Eben and Dinah sing any darkey song.) 

Moses. Now wat about yo' folks dat didn't gib de conun- 
drums? We'se waitin' fo' de song. 

(Mr. and Mr. Highbinder, Mr. Corncob and Miss Lilybud 
sing any good quartet.) 

Mrs. M. Miss Twogood, I heahs yo' am takin' lessons in 
hysterical torture. 

Miss T. No, sah, not "hysterical torture" — it am physical 
culture. 

Eben. Am yo' doin' it fo' yo' health? 

Miss T. No sah, I'se preparin' to gib instructions in it. 
Would yo' lak to hab me gib yo' folks a few instructions? 

Mr. M. Lan'! How's I gwine do it wib my rheumatiz? 

Miss T. It am good fo* de rheumatiz — bettah dan hard 
cider or liniments. 

Mrs. H. An' I suah is too stout fo' such fool performance. 



10 UNCLE EBEN'S S'PRISE PARTY 

Miss T. Lots ob folks am takln' it jes' to rejuce dere weight 
Now if yo' will all stan' up, all yo' has to do is to watch me 
an' do jes' as I does. I'll count one-two-free-foah, like dis. 
(Shoivs motions and counts.) Now ebrybody, ready! (She 
executes any calisthenic movements such as finger tips on 
shoulders, extending arms sideioard, upward, forward, etc., on 
four or eight count time. Following the arm movement she may 
give leg movement as follows: (1) raise knee to right angle; 
(2) extend foot forward; (3) return foot to position in 2; 
(4) resume standing position. Hands should be on hips during 
this exercise. A trunk movement may he given as follows: 
extend arms and tend body to left and right on two count time. 
Mb. Meeker, Mrs. Highbinder and others make ludicrous 
grimaces and exclamations during the exercises.) 

Miss T. I spec's dat's enuff fo' dis time. 

Mr. M. Golly, I spec's it is. 

Mrs. H. I'se all out ob breaf. 

Mrs. M. We gets all dat kin' ob torture ober de washtub. 

Eben. Hadn't we bettah hab some refreshments, Dinah, 
aftah such strenuous business as dat? 

Dinah. I'se got a pan ob fried cakes I done fried dis 
mornin'. You can hab some ob dose. {Gets fried cakes and 
passes them around.) 

Moses. Hi! Don't dem look scrumptious! 

Mr. H. Dey looks jes' as good as my ol' Mammy uster 
make. 

Mrs. H. Dey looks bettah case yo' ol' mammy couldn't make 
fried cakes fit for a pi& to eat. 

Mr. C. Now while we'se refreshin' ourselves I jes' lak to 
ax a question an' hab yo' all gab yo' opinion on de subject. It 
am an old question dat has been argufied ebber since Adam an* 
Ebe was in de Garden ob Eden. 

Mb. W. Mus' be a funny question not to be decided in all 
dat time. Wat am de question anyhow? 

Mr. C. De question Is: "Am marriage a failure or isn't 
it?" Wat has yo' all got to say on de subject? 

Mr. W. I has a lot to say. Marriage am a great institution. 
Dar is mo' people in de state of matermony dan in any odder 
state ob de Union. If you has nebber been in dat state yo' better 
hustle an' get into it quick's ebber yo' can. 

Miss T. It seems to me dat ebrybody oughter get married 
if dey can scrape up money fo' de license, an' if dey can't 
dey oughter borrow it. Dat's my 'pinion. 



UNCLE EBEN'S S'PRISE PARTY 11 

Moses. Does yo' tink I oughter borrow de money, Isabella? 

Miss T. Yes sah, if yo' don't happen to hab it in yo' pocket. 

Moses. Mr. Highbinder would yo' be so kin' as to loan 
me a quahter? 

Mr. H. I'se got one heah wif a hole in it I'll let you hab. 
(Gets money.) 

Moses (takes money). Tank yo', I'll go down fo' breakfas* 
tomorrow mornin 'an' get de license. 

Mb. C. How does yo' feel 'bout it, Miss Lilybud? / 

Miss L. I feels the same way as Miss Twogood. 

Mb. C. Den if Mr. Highbinder will loan me a quahter I'll 
go 'long wif yo' in de mornin', Mose. 

Mb. M. I'se jes' 'bout come to de conclusion dat marriage 
am a failure. 

Mr. W. Wat's de reason, Mr. Meeker? 

Mr. M. Well, yo' see my wife she done quit takin' in washin' 
so I'se had to go to work on de dump wagon. Tink ob it — a 
respectable niggah like me workin' on de dump wagon. 

Mrs. M. Dat's right. I'se tuk in washin' fo' de las' twenty 
yeahs. Now I'se come to de conclusion dat I'se gwinter take it 
easy fo 'a spell an' let somebody else do de drudgin'. 

Mr. C. I say, le's take a vote on de subject. All dose who 
tinks marriage am a failure raise de right han'. 

(Mr Meeker starts to raise hand.) 

Mrs. M. Absalom Meeker! Yo' take yo' ban' down. 

Mr. M. Yes um. 

Mr. C. All dose dat tink marriage isn't a failure raise de 
lef hand. 

(All raise hands except Mr. M.) 

Mrs. M. Absalom, yo' raise yo' lef hand. 

(He raises hand.) 

Mb. C. It am carried anonymously dat marriage am not a 
failure. 

MosEs. Wat am de nex' ting? Les ebrybody hab a cake- 
walk. 

(All clear floor and execute short cake walk if desired. An- 
other song may be given by quartet in place of cake walk, if 
desired.) 

Mrs. W. I reckon we all bettah be goin' home now. It 
am gettin' mos' bedtime fo' ol' folks like us. 

Moses. 'Taint neah bedtime fo' us, is it Isabella? 



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Miss T. I should say not. 

Mrs. H. But we'se had a lubly time. 

Several. Dat's right, we suah has. 

Mb. W. An' we wish de bes' kin' ob luck to Uncle Eben an' 
Aunt Dinah. 

Eben. An' we'd like to hab yo' all come again on my nex' 
burfday. 

Dinah. An' as off'n as yo' can betwixt an' between times. 

(Exeunt with chorus of "good nights." Young people start 
up negro song.) 

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